She was crazy about him, he was insanely in love with her. Yet dispite the fact it would break both their hearts he had no choice but to let her go... Down town chicago ganster Michael Joseph Jackson left a huge part of his soul back in London when he walked away from Vivianna Monroe on a cold winter's night. He would never love another woman the way he did her, that he knew but come spring almost a year later, he's met Annie Dawson. You couldn't exactly call it love but there was definately something blossoming between them. But just as Michael begins to let Vivianna go, with the hope she has moved on she returns to his life.. Engaged. On seeing Vivianna happy and in love with rich business man Fletcher Michael soon realises his feeling for the 24 year old London girl never faded.. but is he too late?
Well, they say if you love something let it go, if it comes back its yours -- but what happen if when said thing return you find it belongs to someone else?
The intensity of her spectacular emerald green eyes connected with mine across a dancefloor completely obscured thanks to a light haze of cigar smoke, and though the midnight blue part silk, part jewelled mask covered most of her pretty features I didn't need to see her face to know the identity of the woman behind it. The freckles that delicately peppered her milky white shoulders, the mass of softer than silk flame red curls pulled up into an elegant yet complicated looking updo and full naturally pouty blood red lips were all I needed to see to confirm my suspicions. It was true then, she was back. And damn it she was just as beautiful as ever. She didn't smile, not that I really expected her too and if I'm being honest I don't particualy want her too, that was how she first enraptured me with that charming smile. I know if she did smile I'd be a goner. She parted her lips slightly her gaze growing dark, angry as she turned away as if disgusted with me, not that I'd blame her of course she had every right to feel that way.. especially after how I'd just walked away from her, no expalination, no apology I just upped and left almost.. what, five years ago now? gee, has it really been that long?
Long after she'd disappeared into the midst of the rowdy crowds, I found myself searching for her, my dark chocolate eyes restlessly swimming across the vast sea of people clad in masks, suits and evening gowns gowns of all sorts of bright colours.. it was that deep blue silk gown I was looking for, the owner of if it by far the most beautiful woman in the room, I should have been feeling awfully guilty by now.. my new fiancee was at home looking after her ill daughter, and here I was picturing my Ex girlfriend naked. But I wasn't feeling guilty, not at all Vivianna had been my first. She was the first girl I ever loved, the first girl I made love too, she was the girl I wanted to make my wif-- was, she was the girl I wanted to make my wife. Finally I found her, wondering around the gardens. The moonlight caught her pale skin basking her in the most radiant, magical silver glow. Remind me why I let her go again? Slowly I let my gaze travel along the length of her godess like body, that dress hugged her in all the right places, the soft curves of her waist, her perfect bottom and long tones legs. My eyes seemed glued to the bare smooth skin of her back.
Before my mind had registered what I was doing, my feet had already began moving across the newly mowed lawns. Heading straight towards her. But something made me stop in my tracks, she wasn't alone.. making a quick and swift dart across the gardens I concealed myself under the leaves of the weeping willow which sat on the outskirts of the small wood land, peeking out from the curtain the vines created I watched with mild curiosity as a man about four inches taller than Vivianna softly took her hand planting a soft kiss to her lace clad knuckles. She flushed, even the mask couldn't hide that. Who the hell is this guy? he presented her with a single long stemmed red rose before curling his arms around her tiny waist and lowering his mouth to hers in a soft, sweet kiss. Rage, anger, hatred, jealousy the four main emotions that were swirling through my veins crashing and colliding into each other. Slowly the pair swayed together Vivie's arms locked tightly around his neck her sweet laugh resounded in my head long after it had died down.
I can remember a time she use to dance like that with me, February 14th 1939 was the first ever time I took her into my arms and held her close, the first dance I shared with a woman who really meant something to me. Also the date we shared our first kiss, alot like the one she was presented with mere moments ago. Hesitant, cautious yet longing for each other in ways we'd never experienced. I felt my heart drop to my stomach as he pulled away from her reaching into the pocket of his Gray suit pants.. before falling to one knee and opening a tiny red, velvet box. Suddenly time seemed to stand still, I wanted to run as fast as my legs could carry me, beg her not to marry him, she should be with me, she belonged to me. But before I'd made up my mind the chance had passed, she was nodding, crying tears of joy, flinging herself into his arms. The word yes repeatedly flowing from her sugar coated lips. I felt numb, every emotion in the dictionary flowing through me yet I couldn't feel a thing. I looked on through blurred vision as the smaller battered peice of my heart, tore itself away from the whole.
I guess it really was.. over. [/center]
Sun Jun 26, 2011 6:31 am